Warning! This story is not politically correct. It contains raceplay, homosexual sex, rapes, racial insults ecc. All the characters are 18+. It's just fiction but, if this bothers you, STOP NOW! I woke up. Well, I thought I had waken up. Indeed, I was dreaming. Dreaming to be awake. I got up, wearing just my underwear. I walked slowly through the corridors,...
The following account of late 19th century sexual torment was taken from the journal of Daniel Nickels, the Captain of the brig Waccamaw during the Civil War. The journal was discovered hidden behind a wall during recent renovations at the Bellaire Plantation in Savannah, Georgia, where the Captain lived after the war. I surveyed the chamber for the upcomi...
Prologue The action of this story takes place in a fictional time period in 18th century Russian history, after the reign of Peter the Great but before the reign of Catherine ends in 1796. * Tsarevich Nikolai Danilavich sat at his desk in the drafty schoolroom, pretending to listen to the insectile drone of his history tutor while he daydreamed about what...
I'd like to thank everyone who has read my stories and commented on them either publicly or via e-mail. Please keep sending me your comments, I read all of them even if I don't write back. I hope you enjoy my new story...R.B. It was 2 a.m. and I was dancing my brains out at a well-known N.Y. nightclub. The place was packed. Men and women were gathered there...
Let's see. As I tell this story, relaxing with my head in my young Master's lap, kissing his stiffening cock now and then, I'm trying to catch you up to how I got here. Today is Friday, January 27. I believe I left you last time on Sunday night, happily licking and chewing my own cum off of a damp washcloth. You see, my Master, a college student I call Jas...
SEDLEY, SCHOOLMASTER "Who's that fellow in the picture" Submissive Stuart's Master Fenton asked him one day while Stu was licking Fenton's boots in his office. Stuart looked up and noticed Fenton looking at the old painting of Stu's bewigged ancestor. "Oh, that's my great-great-great-great maternal grandfather, Sedley Codrington, Master Fenton. I don't...
Throughout college I took several opportunities to work what could best be described as seasonal jobs to give me some extra spending money. So at the beginning of the school year, I'd work at some of the last festivals of summer, Oktoberfest, then Halloween and usually some extended work for the holiday season. It sometimes paid cash but always allowed for m...
For the very first time I clamped during Jeff's fuck. I just stiffened and stopped responding. He was puffing and panting and almost there but the fact is he was bloody well hurting me, he was talking me a little too much for granted. Okay - so we had frequently enjoyed the rough fuck with handcuffs and his briefs tied around my face - and yes it was rather...
Master led Shawn to the basement, a very familiar place to Shawn. It was here that he had been trained by his master, worshipped his master and been used countless times. Tonight he was here to be disciplined. He had been disciplined before, but Master had was incredibly angry. He was tired with Shawn's insolence and was ready to teach the young man his righ...
The following account of late 19th century sexual torment was taken from the journal of Daniel Nickels, the Captain of the brig Waccamaw during the Civil War. The journal was discovered hidden behind a wall during recent renovations at the Bellaire Plantation in Savannah, Georgia, where the Captain lived after the war. As the two tormentors stood at the...